Luyện nghe bài hát The Good times Used To Kill Me

In the hot summer nights
And in the cold dark days
In the clear hours of the early
And in the late drunken haze
I keep on seeing in the corner of my eye

Like guy in an old baggy T-shirt
Smiling like he grasped something
the rest of us didn't understand
The way he will completely still
While the people walk on by

The on a bike, probably on her way home
The girl in a car talking on her
The phone girl does not see the girl and hits her
And the bike girl makes a sickening
As she hits the street and the scream

And the sad man is
Slack jawed in for potato, sifting through his pockets
up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts
Droopy eyes and baggy black
It's his first time in

A boy on one of those cruiser bikes
Is checking his bed head hairdo in
While he talks to beautiful
It's something the wine and Portugal

And the wild man is the way
Of a doing his spasmodic dance
As he screams, a dump in my head
a dump in my head

We all come home to beds
It doesn't matter if there or not
And we all come to chock full heads
It doesn't matter we do or what we got

We all come home to that silent
That keeps on
And we try to it out
But it keeps on
Keeps on going a drone

The good used to kill me
The good times to kill me
But now I am good at killing
Yeah, the good used to kill me
Now I am good at time